a God for teenage hoods

warm summer night
and the hum of
air conditioners

when i was a kid
i used to roam the
streets on nights
like this

you have no idea
how sweet the night
air seemed to me

and the sound of
18-wheelers from
the far-off highway

even the streetlights
seemed poetic

i often pissed on
cars while their
owners slept on

i never got caught

and the stars looked
down, wondering.
Photo by Aleathia Drehmer
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